Juicy J, OJ da Juiceman - Keep On (feat. OJ The Juicemane)

See, that nigga wanted the honey, all we wants is the money I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money Catch me in your trap, and I'm still gettin' that money I'm gettin' that money, I'm gettin' that money Catch me in the club (yeah), throwin' nothin' but the money Another check, another dollar, I'ma keep on countin' (countin') See you hatin' in the comments, I'ma keep on countin' (countin') Waitin' on me to fall off, tell 'em, "Keep on countin'" (countin') Juicy J a real goat, I'm on Rushmore Mountain (mountain) My lil' miss be fly as hell, and she my co-pilot (pilot) When she drunk, she like to give head while I'm drivin' (drivin') Money trees, rake it up, I got money pilin' (pillin') Every day I got it on (uh-huh, uh-huh), I don't need no stylist (stylist) There's so much shit goin' on, man, I just mind my business I just bought another coupe, I'm just countin' this chicken They think I had a photo shoot, but I'm just puttin' it on I gotta feel like a million dollars whenever I'm makin' a song My wife and her money got somethin' in common 'cause I just keep 'em comin' Stop being sad, just get to her back, but you gotta come up with somethin' He tell me he ready, he wanna get money, but shit, I still don't trust him And they wonder why they gettin' too high, all that ketamine and huffin' He get too cocky, beatin' his chest, he ain't even see it comin' She with a new nigga, she livin' her life, you can get the kid for nothin' This shit be havin' me thinkin' that nobody care about the kids for real They don't want these old niggas to grow up and do this shit big for real Another check, another dollar, I'ma keep on countin' (countin') See you hatin' in the comments, I'ma keep on countin' (countin') Waitin' on me to fall off, tell 'em, "Keep on countin'" (countin') Juicy J a real goat, I'm on Rushmore Mountain (mountain) My lil' miss be fly as hell, and she my co-pilot (pilot) When she drunk, she like to give head while I'm drivin' (drivin') Money trees, rake it up, I got money pilin' (pillin') Every day I got it on (yeah, yeah), I don't need no stylist (stylist) I don't need nobody puttin' this shit on me, I got it So much shit I see on Instagram be outta pocket I see hella niggas beefin' with they baby mamas I'ma just keep on countin', I need one, two, three more commas I can make two, three hundred thousand in like two, three hours Niggas too motherfuckin' arrogant, can't even give a little nigga his flowers Lil' bro way too cocky, I couldn't even give a lil' nigga his props Could've been hittin' his mama, but I ain't gon' do a shout-out to his pops Bitches are takin' my bag to go get her ass and get him some shots Niggas they hit their little pussy and be ready to crash out over a thot Tryna spend time with my kids and get to the money, this shit is a lie But I'ma keep on countin', dawg, I'm givin' it all I got Another check, another dollar, I'ma keep on countin' (countin') See you hatin' in the comments, I'ma keep on countin' (countin') Waitin' on me to fall off, tell 'em, "Keep on countin'" (countin') Juicy J a real goat, I'm on Rushmore Mountain (mountain) My lil' miss be fly as hell, and she my co-pilot (pilot) When she drunk, she like to give head while I'm drivin' (drivin') Money trees, rake it up, I got money pilin' (pillin') Every day I got it on, I don't need no stylist (stylist) I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money Catch me in your trap, and I'm still gettin' that money I'm gettin' that money, I'm gettin' that money Catch me in the club throwin' nothin' but the money I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money Catch me in your trap, and I'm still gettin' that money I'm gettin' money...